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[aid] => mick
[title] => i don't even know me
[time] => 2010-07-19 13:25:21
[hometext] => Sometimes, life affects your personality severely, and i reached the point that i don't really know who i'm anymore
[bodytext] => i feel like running to nowhere .. i feel like vanishing to ashes and fly all over the air .. all over the cold places i was placed .. all over the bold traces it left .. i feel like another me came to life from within .. another entity trapped inside the same skin .. holding the same sins .. the same thoughts, the same end .. like i was born on a sinking ship .. i lose my grip .. fall and slip .. no matter how hard i try to take the step .. the higher that i get the tougher .. the more weak i become .. the more changes within me still to come .. i guess it's too late for the wake up, too late for the make up .. i don't know much about life but i know i was never up .. always feeling down, with a fake smile of a clown .. with a million tears driving me the way down to drown .. i miss the old me, i miss happiness, i hate agony .. my life is full of "if only"s .. if only i got to choose, i'd choose to be lonely .. no one but me and i only .. my heart is aching i'm screaming for someone to hold me .. gather the shattered pieces of my broken blood pump that's gloomy.. stick them together with love, pump life through me .. so i can be me the way i once knew me .. [comments] => 4 [counter] => 282 [topic] => 32 [informant] => rumplestiltskin [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => SadPoetry )
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